She groaned as she sat up, running a hand through her feathery hair. She sat on a bench, the same bench she'd cried herself to sleep on last night. In retrospect that hadn't been a particularly brilliant idea, though she felt she could excuse herself this time. It's not often you return to your home only to find someone already living your life, with no one the wiser. She'd heard of Fetches on her way back to Sacramento, but she had hoped.
Standing up proved that sleeping on a bench is not the most comfortable, making her groan as she stretches. She had run when spying her Fetch, letting fear guide her to safety like so many times before. This time, though, she couldn't quite figure out where she might run off to. Sacramento was home, even if she had been gone for so long. If she was going to stay though, she'd have to see if there were others like her, and if there were she'd have to get on their good side. Not a particularly easy task considered all of the Lost she'd met on her way were extremely paranoid and skittish towards completely unaligned people like her.
On the whole that would be quite a task, one that she didn't feel like tackle on a empty stomach. She briefly wondered if the café she frequented in still was open as she strode off through the park.